Witches are inherently liminal. At least that’s what Chaewon Koo says. Witches have lived in the fringes. Outliers in society.

The ability to commune with the dead; it puts you at the threshold of the liminal—between the earthly and astral realm. Magick to conjure desired intentions and manifest them into reality; doing so, you are an agent of the liminal. Knowledge to heal or hurt, thus being the deciding factor in one’s fate; an act as liminal gatekeepers.

I had more ideas to muse upon but I didn’t have time to explore my ideas further. Reality had more pressing matters at hand. I had a ritual to perform.

On the night of a Dark Moon, I found myself at a crossroads. Both metaphorical and literal. The metaphorical surfacing as the feeling of personal growth. Realizing I had grown and with that came a secondary revelation-I had outgrown things in my life. I am deep in the throes of my metamorphosis and my intuition told me that my Outerworld would soon follow. I was anxious at the potential of culling in my reality, yet knew I had to make way for the palpable chaos.

So here I was, in the dead of night on a Dark Moon, at a crossroads to perform a ritual for the ancient goddess Hekate known as Queen of the Witches. A deity associated with liminality and witchcraft—among other things. I hoped to petition her for her blessing and guidance as I traveled through this liminal space.

Shaking from both cold night air and anxiety, I poured out my bottle filled with honey-water. A preferred offering for the goddess.

“Oh Great Hekate!”

A rush of energy began to pick up. An electric feeling in my spirit and a chthonic energy. She was here.

“I find myself at the threshold. Grant unto me your blessing as I journey from past to future. May I have your guidance as I leave behind my darkest days and uncertainty.”

Chaos bubbled within me. Welling of emotions, trauma, and feelings of powerlessness rose to the surface. Intuitively, I offered them to Her as well. It was magick.

“I wish to thrive, Hekate!” I cried out, choking on the swelling emotions hoping to consume me. “I will thrive as one of your witches!”

She was pleased.

A flurry of wind picked up and I began walking away from the crossroads without looking back as according to the ritual tradition for Hekate. Walking away from this crossroads, certain I was transformed. When it comes to pushing the boundary of what is next and thriving while moving through the liminal, we don’t wait for what is next—we make it. We promise ourselves to take our matters into our own hands and allow ourselves agency in the face of adversity.

I faced and walked away from one crossroads in my life. Now, I am less naïve in the face of others that life would bring me towards. I am a witch walking the path of the liminal.